I did it.  I waited in line for an Apple product.  It was not my finest moment, but it wasn’t the worst either.  I didn’t camp out for a week.  I didn’t pay someone two hundred dollars for their spot in line.  Although if I had camped out, I would now have an extra $200.  Darn.

I showed up Saturday at 11 am and waited an hour until an employee made the announcement that the store was sold out.  An hour of my life I will never get back.  It was annoying.  Not just because I wasted an hour, but because I walked away empty-handed.  That was definitely the low point.  Stupid popular product.  Why am I so caught up in this craze?  Good marketing.  I blame good marketing and pretty products.  Always gets me.

The high point – I pulled out my camera to “document” my waiting for Apple.  A girl in front of me asked me what magazine I was shooting for.  I answered, oh no, these are just personal shots.  She leans over and says with a smile, “You can’t say which magazine, right?”  Oh yes, that’s right.  I’m a high-profile photog.  That made me feel better. Someone thinks I have an 18-year-old soccer player, sure, so long as you think I’m a freelance photographer.